"Whenever you please."
"I will ask Dr. Bryant."
"There's no need to trouble him. I shall explain, of course."
"He would have wanted me to speak—"
"Before he knew you to be a—" The lying word stuck in Theodosia's throat.
"I shall speak to him all the same," Lettice answered resolutely. "If he wished me not to go—but I think he will be willing. To-day is Monday. I can ask if the Valentines would like to have me on Friday or Saturday."
Theodosia merely said, "Very well," and walked away.
Dr. Bryant entering immediately after, Lettice put the question before him.
"You wish to go?" he said, in the measured voice which had become habitual.
"If you do not mind, uncle?"